THE ADVENTURES OF TOLU
Desola had to stay at home, and her mum who owned one of the biggest supermarkets in Lagos had to go to work in the morning and come back in the evening. How much she trusted me. I was determined that I wouldn’t disappoint that trust. It was not my custom to sit in the sitting room, watching TV. Though there will be no consequence if I did that. But I wanted to take my place in the house and lay low like the houseboy that I am though Mrs Adebiyi was treating me like a son. The only place I go to is Chibuzor’s quarters.
One day, I was in my room Mrs Adebiyi wasn’t around as usual. When I heard a knock on my door. It was Desola. I opened the door half-way and blocked the small entrance with my body such that she could hardly see inside my room, because I didn’t want her to come in. “Won’t you ask me to come in?” She asked. “Please ma, I will come to the sitting room to see you ma if there is anything you need me to do for you”. I answered. “It’s alright. I need you to come to the sitting room to keep me company because I’m bored.” She said in a quite domineering tone. “But.. ” I was trying to tell her that keeping her company is not part of my Job description but she stopped me even before I could say a word. “No buts! You’d better come to the sitting room in the next five minutes or else…. I won’t say more than that”. She left without even giving me the chance to say anything.
I was scared that I was going to get into trouble, because if Desola can be angry with anyone in that house, then the person is leaving soon. I wore a short and rushed to the sitting room…
Me: Ma, I’m very sorry if I sounded rude the other time. I was just trying to…
Desola: (Interrupted me) Firstly, you don’t call me ma in this house again. I’m not a ‘MA’. There is only one ma in this house and that is my mum. Number two, I’m sorry if I was too harsh. It’s just the two of us at home and I felt that we should keep each other company. What is the point of being at home together if we can’t relate and communicate.
Me: I’m sorry for being inconsiderate. I just felt that I’m a house boy and I felt communication is meant to be between people of equal status.
Desola: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Yes please.
Desola: Do you believe in God?
Me: Yes I do.
Desola: Do you pray to God?
Me: Yes i do.
Desola: Do you believe that prayer is a form of communication with God?
Me: Yes I do.
Desola: Is God your mate?
Me: No he isn’t
Desola: Is he of equal status with you
Me: No he isn’t.
Desola: So, what were you saying again?
I was absolutely dumbfounded as I didn’t know what defense mechanism to use anymore. She had beaten me hands down. “So would you take a seat and keep me company or try to prove an imbalance of equation”. She said to me. Immediately she said that, I saw the desola I saw the very first day I met her. I saw the angel that I prayed that she should sit at my table. I saw the angel that I was dying to talk to. “What have I been doing? Why have I been bypassing opportunities”. I thought to myself. I sat to start the conversation.
Desola: Can you remember the first day we met?
Me: I can remember vividly. You saved me the embarassment.
Desola: When I told you I liked the way you talk, I meant it actually.
Me: And when I told you that you were beautiful, i wasn’t joking either.
Desola: You are teasing me right?
Me: I know you are aware of your charm. I’m very sure that your boyfriend tells you that everytime.
Desola: I don’t have any…
TO BE CONTINUED…